I'm feeling hard-done-by. SuperSpouse commented - and I had to agree - that our stairs were looking scruffy. He has arthritic knees. I have a surgical dressing on one hand. No choice. I got the hand-held vacuum out, and went as far UP as I could go, before I ran out of flex. I've never vacuumed right-handed before.
Then I went upstairs, plugged in, and started on my way DOWN. Supervisor SuperSpouse appears on the scene, and minutely inspects the middle section.
"YOU'VE MISSED A BIT HERE!"
My response was to sweep up all the books, files and papers awaiting his attention, and dump them on the bed. "And this is what the vacuum wouldn't pick up."
Honestly, men! They're not brought up to be helpful, are they?!